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Again this is not a message. Not in the sense proposed at first. And it’s more personal.

I thought it could be a fresh start to help people facing problems I might have had in the past or even now with this intermittent blurred vision, with a new job. Everyone is sick these days. Maria from one of my favorite podcasts, Ielts - Speaking for Success, said so. I forgot a bit about issues and life a couple of weeks ago and listened to one of their episodes though I’m not preparing for Ielts again (thank God).

I am hopeful about the fresh start and looking for new ways of exploring words, quite different than before I got sick.

(This is so reminding me of blog posts of old...)

I have come to terms with the poem below, which I started writing months ago.

 

DECISION

 

I might have spoken a lot. Being right or wrong - it does not matter, they say. 

I was born to be. Being requires the responsibility of deciding. My fears of the others.

 

Sat, do I play? Do I plan?

Wait. I wait.

 

Displeasure of being and not pleasing. My decisions and particular problems.

Shared. Each carrying unique drawbacks.

 

This mark in the gut swallowing every fear that destroys.

Until I live.

This mark in my skin swallows every fear.